Month: July 2012

  • the people I get to spend my days with...

    New tricks all the time.

    "Whoa Mom!"

    "I know this means 'jail' now Mom so you can get some things done around the house, and I don't appreciate it one little bit! I am SO over this silly thing and I look absolutely ridiculous in it!"

    Cool mornings

    Sunshining Asher, always.

    Jesus is really working on this one's heart and making it beautiful!

    The one I get to do all this with!

    Sometimes I think, "Somebody PINCH me!" I really am living my dream from the time I was a little girl. Thankful today for my life, my marriage, and my kids because of Him.

  • a death part two...

    On a Friday we set out to Harrisburg, PA to join family and walk out just part of the journey that our dear loved ones were facing. We made it as far as Watertown (a mere 1.5 hours from home!) as a bathroom brake was already in order. I stopped to nurse the baby while the free access allowed.

    It was then I got word from my mom, "Yesterday Grandma was in a lot of pain with her back, so around 8pm last night she was so uncomfortable that Grandpa wanted her to go to the ER. So we called the ambulance, and dad drove Grandpa down. They all were home by 2am. Grandma is not good. They did a cscan and her cancer is everywhere and in everything...liver, kidneys, lungs, bones. We have to get her on a routine pain maintenance thing, and then hospice. Just have to keep her comfortable for now."

    That next Thursday we dropped all plans and drove the little way to Grandma's bed side to sit with Grandpa. I will never forget the state of her room and the presence surrounding it. It was sad but there was peace. Grandpa was either in a state of tears or chuckling about a quirk of hers that often led to more tears. He talked about her love for Jesus. It was a comfort to us all. She lay in a state of sleep, in complete peace.

    She lived 91 years and although that is a ripe old age, as she lay there her life still really embodied the 'life is but a vapor'. It goes really fast even when you do live to be old. She had 90 years to do what she wanted with her life and she chose to live it not for herself, not seeking after selfish ambitions, or dead end religions.

    She chose Jesus and the good in her was because of Him. Some people who knew my Grandma called her an angel.  I'll admit I think she had hair like one! It was beautiful and part of her crowning glory for sure.  What people may not have pieced together was that they were witnessing the very fruits of the Spirit in her. Gentleness, patience, and meekness were just a part of who she was because of the work He did in her. What she allowed Him to do in her.

    What I treasured most of my time by her bed side was recognizing that although she couldn't at that moment talk or open her eyes, she didn't have to. She didn't have to tie up loose ends with her maker or wonder or worry if what she thought or believed and did all her life was enough. At that moment there was no physical way she could have. I was thankful she chose what she chose while she still had the chance to. Grandpa wasn't left to wonder either. What a gift she gave to him! Her life reflected her choice to worship the Creator and not the created.

    "So everyone who acknowledges me before men, I also will acknowledge before my Father who is in heaven." Matthew 10:32

     It's never a question of 'will we worship?' it is always a question of 'what will we worship?' That thing in us to worship was put there by God himself. It became twisted with the fall of man and ever since we've been looking else where to fulfill it, seeking our own way, or going so far as to take an opinion or idea of yet just another flawed human being and believe it as truth without ever asking the real tough questions ourselves. Which quite frankly is right where the enemy wants, has, and keeps us. Because as long as the devil can keep us from facing ourselves and our own need for change and holiness, he keeps the very one thing we were designed for from us. Fellowship with God. Restoration and redemption for our sin is never experienced.

    “You shall have no other gods before me." Exodus 20:3

    Again, I was over taken with thankfulness that my Grandma had put her trust and faith in the truth and thankful for the same God who made a way for us made a way personally for her. I loved my grandma and at that moment it was about her.

    Yesterday a tragic accident happened on Rt 11 and 6 people were killed. My heart grieves for those families. They have great loss. How much to them 'life is but a vapor' rings loud and clear? Today it is tangible to them just how precious and short life really is.

    Live it serving that someone worth your praise and worship. Live it serving that someone who knows you because He made you in His own image. We represent the one true God himself. He knows our inner most darkest secrets and the depth of who we really are and loves us with abandon anyways because it was while we were yet sinners (mocking the very face of Jesus, denying who he really was, and spitting in his face) that He died for us. Romans 5:8

    There is no other love like this. And my grandmother was just another who got to bask in it.

  • a death part one...

    Our summer started out much differently than we originally planned. We keep things generally low key so that when unexpected or spontaneous things come up, it's then the main focus. It becomes our plan. We are never too busy and I like that.

    The end of May caught the whole Ockrin family in a bit of a whirl wind. Life seemed to go on hold as we waited news of any kind from Gabe's youngest brother and his pregnant wife great with child. She was told at her 38 week check up that the heart beat could not be detected. An ultrasound the next day confirmed it. Death.

    By the grace of God she carried that baby for yet another month and all the while we prayed labor would start naturally and that grace would be upon her. Time went by. We prayed and even believed for a miracle. Labor was finally induced and she bought forth her first son. They went home with no baby.

    We gathered. We remembered. We mourned with family. And we hugged our kids a little tighter as the reality of even their lives before they even enter this world serve a greater purpose than just filling our hopes and dreams, a newly decorated nursery, or freshly washed and prepared Moses basket. I don't think I will look at my own pregnancies, labors, and deliveries to come quite the same again.

    It still hurts when we see them. I know we will always feel the very real loss that is was, that it is. They were left with shattered pieces, hopes, and dreams. I can't fathom the depths their despair took them. But they aren't staying there and they aren't picking the pieces up alone. They weren't the moment she was told they couldn't find the heart beat. In fact, her journal (from months in advance before this was even known) in times spent with the Lord showed Him preparing her heart, revealing His goodness and close affection to her without her even knowing it. She had her journal at the service and thereafter so that when I found a spare moment I soaked in His goodness. I soaked in their pain but it was covered with grace so thick. It was unbelievable. So real. There in writing and she didn't at the time even know it. His presence. Despite the outcome to come, His hand was holding hers. She was even writing it all down and she attests to it this day.

    I cried  a lot. I cried because yes it was sad. No one wants to lose a baby full term. But I cried because I really love Jesus. Our lives don't start and stop on earth. We aren't left to walk these roads, whatever they may be, alone. Things happen. Really really sad things. You don't have to look far. Your own home or marriage is enough to reveal there is something wrong. There is something vying for our very lives, our joy, our health, our relationships. And it's very real, and yet the grace of God is bigger. His hand was with my sister in law despite the road they unknowingly set out upon.Yes God allowed it, but He was not the result of it.

    It is our sin. Not even personally at times, but corporately. And we all contribute to it.

    That God in our frailness would look upon us and have compassion to deal with us out of love and an uncontrollable ache that moves Him to then pick up the broken and even ugly pieces at times with us, binding them together stronger than before and administering healing and grace and change if need be, is so much beyond me these days. Though I have known of God since I was a little girl, I am knowing Him now in ways maybe life just didn't allow for before, but rather experience. He is still faithful. And He is unchanging. He is not mocked. And He is not surprised. He still loves me. And goodness is written all over His face no matter what trials I go through or see happen to others. He is the good factor in it all. He is the only thing that is good.

    It's an indescribable feeling to know just how God is good and good personally to others. He reveals himself to those that love Him and it's faith building when you hear of it from others. To have experienced that with Hannah and John Paul through their trial is something I will never forget. It's one more thing I get to give Him praise for. My soul can find one more reason among 10,000 to bless His name, and so I do.

    "We are hard pressed on every side, yet not crushed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed." 2 Corinthians 4:8-9

    "Therefore we do not lose heart. Even though our outward man is perishing, yet the inward man is being renewed day by day. For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory. While we do not look at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporary, but the things which are not seen are eternal." 2 Corinthians 4:16-18

  • 7

    These entire 'months'! in between postings really do carry a reason. Life has been full and we have just been going right along with it. I have had a lot on my heart. Maybe when I am able to process and then articulate it all I'll be sharing some thoughts before they slip away too with these baby and lazy summer days.

    Until then the calendar DOES tell me it's the 13th of the month and so I snap a few pictures and celebrate this chub of love and his first year of life with us.

    No longer do I worry when someone grabs him to wrestle or swing him onto their hip. He is fitting more into his size these days with his age. He is no longer 2 months going on 7. He is indeed 7 months now! and able to hold his head and back up now. Phew!

    Our summer peach.

    OK enough of that. Will the real Boak (pronounced 'boke' and nickname from Uncle Graham for 'Boaz Ockrin') please stand up? Yup. He's a crazy man now and into everything.

    Whose child is this? Because, "I just had my first home birth!"